Mary split off from Rob about ten feet down the hall, when they had to go into their respective locker rooms. “Rob, you cut it a little close in there, you know that, right?”
Rob stopped, leaning against the frame of the locker room door. He bit his bottom lip, then sighed. “Yeah,” he admitted, “it was close. I wasn’t expecting them to follow as quick, and the corridor was a bit rougher than I would have liked. I couldn’t go as fast as I’d practiced on the track, but it’s alright. We made it, and in good time.”
Mary shook her head, then headed into the locker room, shouting to Rob over her shoulder as the door closed behind her, “Yes, but you almost didn’t. Think about it.”
Rob shouldered the door open and slipped inside, letting out a heavy sigh as soon as the door had closed. He walked slowly amongst the lockers, ending finally at the end, his mood suddenly lightening as he caught sight of someone.
“Hey Rob,” said Zeb, as he tightened the strap on his breastplate. It was just leather, like Rob’s, and like every other skirmisher in the class. It was black leather, and it’s studs were carefully painted a matte black to keep the glint off. “So, how’d you do?”
Rob sloughed off his pack and dropped down onto the bench, then drug it around in front of him. “I got it,” he said as he undid the buckles.
“It?” asked Zeb inquisitively.
“Yeah,” some Rob, as he flipped open the main pouch and reached inside. His arm went down deep as he leaned forward, deeper even then the bag appeared to hold. He then leaned back, pulling his arm, and what he had grabbed out of the bag.
“Wait? Didn’t Professor Torbin request you give that back?” asked Zeb as he looked upon the scroll case. It looked exactly like the scroll case Rob had given the Professor not five minute before.
“I gave him a fake. The farthest it gets from the original the heavier it gets. That’ll slow down the rest of the teams, allowing you and Jody to practically waltz through.”
Zeb chuckled.
1 comment:
While I deeply appreciate the fact that you've linked to my story, I'd also deeply appreciate it if you respected my intellectual property and removed this story... or simply stopped identifying it as a Tales of MU story. It probably wouldn't take much to make it stand on its own as a generic "modern dungeoneering" story.
I know I'm supposed to find fan fiction flattering, but I'd be more flattered to know that I inspired somebody to follow in my footsteps by creating something original and dear to their own heart...
I'm not going to threaten to sic my lawyers on you, because I don't have lawyers and I wouldn't care to, anyway, but I'd still appreciate it.
Around 10,000 people or less around are currently reading Tales of MU. It's not such a huge phenomenon yet that it wouldn't be very easy for a fan fiction community to become bigger than the actual fan community.
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